Flooding the Market
It started out as a joke between friends.
What if...?
We'd wax poetic about the empty streets, the ultimate freedom of being the last ones left alive. Steal a helicopter, fly to the moon, whatever we felt like that day.
These late-night rambling discussions of my 20's never faded completely. Some of it stuck in my consciousness, attaching to latent fears of abandonment, dreams of one day becoming powerful, absorbing the mish-mash of pop culture and nihilism of New America.
Feeding and swelling, the Idea now occupies a small room in the back of my brain. I hear it playing the sterio, niggling at my consciousness with images of street maps, locations of various weaponry, necessity for food and water storage, and wondering what the most defensible room in the house was.
I could externalize this feeling, saying its the crumbling of America's social structure, that an uprising is imminent, or an invasion... or worse. I'm no Right-Winger, I'm just a terrified sci-fi nerd with a family and an overactive imagination.
The realities of life, however, dictate that I protect my family. Is this a natural process in geeks who become parents? Suddenly you wake up and realize you're fucked if things go south, and you'll be the one responsible. That's a terrifying conclusion, especially given our present state of complete unpreparedness.
Wow paranoid rant off.
What if...?
We'd wax poetic about the empty streets, the ultimate freedom of being the last ones left alive. Steal a helicopter, fly to the moon, whatever we felt like that day.
These late-night rambling discussions of my 20's never faded completely. Some of it stuck in my consciousness, attaching to latent fears of abandonment, dreams of one day becoming powerful, absorbing the mish-mash of pop culture and nihilism of New America.
Feeding and swelling, the Idea now occupies a small room in the back of my brain. I hear it playing the sterio, niggling at my consciousness with images of street maps, locations of various weaponry, necessity for food and water storage, and wondering what the most defensible room in the house was.
I could externalize this feeling, saying its the crumbling of America's social structure, that an uprising is imminent, or an invasion... or worse. I'm no Right-Winger, I'm just a terrified sci-fi nerd with a family and an overactive imagination.
The realities of life, however, dictate that I protect my family. Is this a natural process in geeks who become parents? Suddenly you wake up and realize you're fucked if things go south, and you'll be the one responsible. That's a terrifying conclusion, especially given our present state of complete unpreparedness.
Wow paranoid rant off.